Mine (Jenlisa)

eighteen.

Jennie's POV~

Warning~

"This is your choice," she said, dropping her underwear on the ground next to the bed. "You understand the decision you have made?"

I looked up at her. She scowled down at me, looking angry for disrupting her plan. And looking... Scared?

"Lisa-"

"Tell me to go then I will go. Anytime understand?"

I nodded mutely. She stood at the bedside, her cock twitching, half erect. I hadn't seen her in full light before, but looking at her now I wondered if she would be able to take her inside of me. She is huge; about eight and a half inches if it is on full erect. I felt something inside me twist in painful desire.

"I want you," I expressed.

It was coercion, I told myself. It is all a lie, all of this. Knowing what she really wants, not really. I hated the man she wanted to kill, hated that man more then I hated my kidnapper. In my mind, the face of the man she had gone to kill was my my stepfather's face. I know what those men were like. I hated them.

Was I saving that man, an abuser? Or was I doing to satisfy myself? Or both?

Lisa is rougher this time. She did not waste a second on foreplay. Instead she swung a leg over me and straddled my chest.

Oh God. Oh God.

her cock hung in front of me. Long, thick, the skin smooth. The foreskin was already pulled back by the tension of her erection, exposing the pink tip.

"Tell me kitten, have you ever been in this position before?"

"No," I answered honestly. The few guys I had ever been with had been few years younger. All they knew was missionary position and the only blow jobs I'd given had happened on couches, in dorm room, after parties where I had enough beer to dull my senses. I barely remembered what I had done to get them off.

I breathed in, trying to slowdown my pounding heart. What if she didn't like what I do? Will she hurt me? She pulled a pillow down and lifted my head to sneak it under me. All the while, I could not take my eye off of her cock. It twitched with her heartbeat at random times and when she reached for the pillow it swung up, grazing my cheek.

"If you try anything to hurt me, I will kill you," she said, "I am being nice kitten. I could just leave you here and go get my release elsewhere."

"No," I whispered, thinking of the man on the table, the knife dripping with blood. "Don't. Please don't."

"Then make me want to stay here with you."

With that, she cupped her hand around the back of my head and lifted me slightly. She slid her cock into my mouth and I panicked. Gagging, I coughed, and jerked my head back. I looked up, worried, but she smiled.

"Relax your tongue kitten," she explained.

I did what she said and when she put her cock into my mouth again it slide in smoothly. As she thrusts farther in, the tip of her cock hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I kept my tongue down.

"Ohh," she moaned.

I might have thought that she was faking, but her cock, already stiff, hardened, and grew in my mouth. She slid herself out and let my lips cover her head as she rocked out of me just barely, then rocked back in.

The hand that she used to steady the back of my head spread out, her fingers twining through my hair. It felt like when she was giving me a shampoo, a gentle caress completely at odds with the hard cock that slid forward, and filled my mouth. I whimpered when she thrust too far and she grinned as she pulled out.